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"I have tried hard--but life is difficult, and I am a very useless person. I can hardly be said to have an independent existence. I was just a screw or a cog in the great machine I called life, and when I dropped out of it I found I was of no use anywhere else."

"I have tried hard--but life is difficult, and I am a very useless person. I can hardly be said to have an independent existence. I was just a screw or a cog in the great machine I called life, and when I dropped out of it I found I was of no use anywhere else."

In exactly two weeks I'll have my first Sculptra injections -- if I'm not too traumatized by the bruising I may be inspired to visually document the ordeal. I have some really sad, pathetic POZ FACE ô pictures I could present, but it would only scare the baby seals.

It was custom made, as were the chaps, at The Noose, the premiere leather shop in Chelsea which unfortunately closed three years ago when the owner passed away. I had the entire ensemble made over a span of many months in preparation for the Black Party in 1997, at which I met a very hunky man from New Zealand.

It was custom made, as were the chaps, at The Noose, the premiere leather shop in Chelsea which unfortunately closed three years ago when the owner passed away. I had the entire ensemble made over a span of many months in preparation for the Black Party in 1997, at which I met a very hunky man from New Zealand.

I approve of this then. You're all cute and stuff too, I'd pinch your cheeks.

It was custom made, as were the chaps, at The Noose, the premiere leather shop in Chelsea which unfortunately closed three years ago when the owner passed away. I had the entire ensemble made over a span of many months in preparation for the Black Party in 1997, at which I met a very hunky man from New Zealand.

I have some really sad, pathetic POZ FACE ô pictures I could present, but it would only scare the baby seals.

lulz

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Instead, I'll regal you with this.

Child, look at you all fierce and stuff. You could fool anyone with this pic and say you're some ravenous top.

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"I have tried hard--but life is difficult, and I am a very useless person. I can hardly be said to have an independent existence. I was just a screw or a cog in the great machine I called life, and when I dropped out of it I found I was of no use anywhere else."

I've always been accused of plucking, but they're actually just naturally perfectly shaped. I think I was maybe 16 years old in this picture.

Oh, and you should see the Olan Mills photos where my mother made me pose with my band uniform and my trombone -- travesty!

My brother had one of those. He is holding his trumpet and they super-imposed another pic of him inside the opening of the trumpet. He is also wearing his calculator watch which is so noticable. If I could get my hands on it, I would post it. It is hilarious.

I can't believe I almost missed this thread. Miss P., all I can say is "WOOF". I always thought you would look like one of the Pet Shop Boys, but reality is so much better. After seeing this picture, I'm not sure I can call you Miss anything anymore.

As for tricking with a priest... I picked one up and we went back to the rectory of my grade school church. The same place I had "marriage counseling" and it was surreal. Walking the halls and then entering his room was strangely arousing and he was hot as hell. It was really strange to be fucking a priest, with all the religious icons in the room. Very strange indeed.

I can't believe I almost missed this thread. Miss P., all I can say is "WOOF". I always thought you would look like one of the Pet Shop Boys, but reality is so much better. After seeing this picture, I'm not sure I can call you Miss anything anymore.

Well, I WAS a seminarian and made out with several seminarians. This was back in the day, before they realized the futility, waste, and pointlessness of having minor seminaries (high school and first two years of college) and there were still young teenagers who were willing to attend them. For one semester I even carried on with the captain of the basketball team; I was...wait for it...the head of the cheerleading squad. Anyway, the basketball court and gym were in a separate building from the classrooms and dorms and was kept locked except during recreation times. However, the captain was the only student who had a key, and that's where we had our assignations: in the locker room--it wasn't until years later that I realized the setting and scenario were right out of a porn film.

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"No one will ever be free so long as there are pestilences."--Albert Camus, "The Plague"

"Mankind can never be free until the last brick in the last church falls on the head of the last priest."--Voltaire

Break out that photo of the ex for us pretty please . After seeing your pic I think I want to call you David from now own .

One of us together around the first year my face began caving in and the second shows you more what I had in bed next to me... all 210 lbs but with a 30" waist. (ps: that's a friend of mine cutting his hair)

In exactly two weeks I'll have my first Sculptra injections -- if I'm not too traumatized by the bruising I may be inspired to visually document the ordeal. I have some really sad, pathetic POZ FACE ô pictures I could present, but it would only scare the baby seals.

"...health will finally be seen not as a blessing to be wished for, but as a human right to be fought for." Kofi Annan

Nymphomaniac: a woman as obsessed with sex as an average man. Mignon McLaughlin

HIV is certainly character-building. It's made me see all of the shallow things we cling to, like ego and vanity. Of course, I'd rather have a few more T-cells and a little less character. Randy Shilts

No, I think it's the face I used to make when I'd do what was called "the bird call" -- basically a really loud, shrill sound like "kooooooo-KAH!" I think my older brother taught me how to do this, but then I took it to an entirely new, higher level and roped all of my friends in on it. We'd then go down to Tysons Corner Mall and at the time it had this once part called The Aviary Court, which had these massive 3-story cages with exotic birds. We'd walk around and do the bird call and make shoppers jump in fright.

No, I think it's the face I used to make when I'd do what was called "the bird call" -- basically a really loud, shrill sound like "kooooooo-KAH!" I think my older brother taught me how to do this, but then I took it to an entirely new, higher level and roped all of my friends in on it. We'd then go down to Tysons Corner Mall and at the time it had this once part called The Aviary Court, which had these massive 3-story cages with exotic birds. We'd walk around and do the bird call and make shoppers jump in fright.

Sounds dumb but it was loads of fun.

Being a kid and doing dumb things (and finding joy in it) is what makes being a kid the best time of your life.